all good boys sleep with their hands above the sheets
but this tuft of hair is soft and brand new
so i pinch it--
holiday says she does the same thing, too.
for years, i've scraped the fibers clean
prickly and itchy,
tugging at seamless stark youth
and mock innocence,
unwomanly.
he says he likes it, too
as his rough finger tips dip
into my dewy petals.
sometimes he wears it
a mustache for his mustache
another layer to seal in the heat.
No comments:
Post a Comment